User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20180131234912/@comment-3094815-20180201034042

Dennjon returned the salute with a wink. "Let's share a bite, eh? Can't keep up a good watch when ye've got an empty stummick, can ye?" He pulled a scone, baked several days ago, and a small pot of jam. Slicing it in half, he smeared some of the jam atop it with his knife and handed a half to Reave. As they sat in the stillness, the sun sank below the mountains, sending the once-warm scene into soft blues and greys.